Day of Imprisonment

The courtyard was very large, surrounded by houses and walls. A few steps away was another small courtyard.

At this moment, Hou Cheng and the others were bending over, searching for something in the nearby grass.

It was clear they were very scared.

Moreover, upon closer inspection, there were only three people. One of them was the hooded man. He was also looking for something. Hearing Liu Mao's voice, he looked up, and his eyes lit up. When he saw Luo Xi and the others also approaching, he immediately made a gesture,

Signaling them to pay attention to the other side.

Luo Xi noticed him and then, following the direction of his finger, turned his head to look.

Under the eaves of the house, a figure was sitting.

Besides him, there was another person.

It was the woman from Hou Cheng's team named Wang Tingting.

However, her appearance was very strange at the moment.

Wang Tingting was kneeling on the ground, a strange smile on her face. Then, she reached out and grabbed pebbles from a bamboo basket on the ground, stuffing them into her mouth, chewing a few times, and swallowing them. Then, she grabbed another one, chewing it a few times.

One could see that her mouth was full of blood, and her teeth had all fallen out.

Chewing stones, even the hardest teeth couldn't withstand it.

Beside her, a person was already lying down, Han Pengyu.

However, at this moment, he was completely silent, dead beyond dead. His exposed skin was pale and bloodless, and the veins on his neck and face were bulging. His eyes were protruding, and his belly was swollen. His death was tragic. Similarly, his mouth was full of blood, and his teeth had fallen out.

As for the other figure, it was an old man sitting with his back to everyone.

However, a chilling aura emanated from him, filled with black mist.

Suddenly, the old man spoke: "More people are coming? Good, as the saying goes, 'In the depths of spring, the grass-fighting is not yet over; green leaves and red flowers compete in fragrance. Carefully pinch the flower branches to compete for victory or defeat; lightly pick the grass leaves to discuss their strengths and weaknesses.' Since you're here, go find some grass stems to fight grass with me. Look carefully, losing means eating pebbles."

The old man said in a sinister voice.

Luo Xi glanced at Brother Mao, who understood Luo Xi's meaning and nodded solemnly.

Brother Mao confirmed it.

The old man was undoubtedly a 'Vicious Ghost'.

Was this considered walking right into the trap?

It would have been fine if they couldn't find the exit and leave before, why did they have to run over here?

Could they still run now?

Luo Xi looked at Hou Cheng, Chu Xu, and the hooded man, who were diligently searching for grass, and knew it was too late.

If they could run, they would have run long ago.

Moreover, the consequences of failing in the grass-fighting were evident in Han Pengyu, who had already died, and Wang Lingling, who was eating stones and had lost her mind.

The scene was eerie, but there was no choice. Now that they were here, and unable to escape.

As the saying goes, just looking at Hou Cheng and the others' current state, one knew they couldn't escape at all.

The grass-fighting game was something many people played in their childhood. It involved finding stems and leaves of plants, such as thin leaf stems, then holding both ends and crossing them with an opponent's leaf stem. Each person pulled their own leaf stem, and whoever's broke lost, while the one that didn't break won.

Very simple.

Luo Xi remembered playing it when he was young, and he was even obsessed with it for a while. Sometimes, after finding a very strong leaf stem, he would save it, and sometimes, he would even give the leaf stem a name like 'Invincible General' or 'Unbeatable King'.

At this time, Luo Xi winked at Wu Rui and the others, asking them to keep an eye on the scholar, and then squatted down, pretending to look for leaf stems, while Luo Xi approached Hou Cheng.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Brother, don't even mention it!" Hou Cheng said with a mournful face: "I've been tricked by this place. This level ten difficulty haunted house escape is completely different from the previous version. Zhang Lin died in the mourning hall. After we escaped, we didn't know where to go. Accidentally, Zhou Fang also died... Just now, Han Pengyu lost in the grass-fighting and ate a pile of stones, literally choking to death. Wang Tingting is probably doomed too."

"Can't you escape?"

"Wang Tingting actually wanted to run, but somehow, she became possessed, mentally deranged. Running is a dead end."

"Then, can't you win in the grass-fighting?"

"It's a bit difficult. Han Pengyu tried several stems, but he lost every time. Each time he lost, he ate a handful of stones. He choked to death when he ate the fourth handful."

"Have you tried flipping the table?"

"No, do you want to try, brother?" Hou Cheng picked up a leaf at this time, carefully examining the stem, as if he had found a treasure.

Luo Xi shook his head, then looked at Han Pengyu, who was already cold on the ground, and thought to himself, this guy was also a ruthless person. A normal person couldn't even swallow one stone, but he actually managed to eat four handfuls, amazing.

Losing four times in a row, was the grass stem in the 'Grass-Fighting Ghost's' hand really tough, or was Han Pengyu just unlucky, or was the Grass-Fighting Ghost cheating?

Luo Xi shook his head?

If it was cheating, it would not be allowed according to the rules of the level scene.

That would be equivalent to cutting off the possibility of the Memory Retriever winning.

So the possibility of cheating was extremely small.

But if it was just a fair competition, no matter how tough the grass stem was, it couldn't last too long.

Of course, aside from the possibility of cheating, choosing the type of grass stem was the key to winning in grass-fighting.

Generally speaking, common roadside grasses such as foxtail grass are used, but in fact, according to the statistics of winning probability, the highest winning rate is goosegrass. Its leaves are similar to foxtail grass, both being slender strips, but the inflorescence is not a fluffy brush shape, but a shape with branches sticking out in all directions. Goosegrass also has a nickname among the people called "Cricket Grass".

Luo Xi looked at the surrounding grass, which had all kinds of grass and trees, including goosegrass.

He took a handful and selected the tough and strong one.

"What kind of grass stem is that ghost using?" Luo Xi asked at this time. Hou Cheng was stunned and shook his head: "I didn't pay attention, but every time during the grass-fighting, that ghost just pulls a stem from the grass beside him to compare. I don't think it's cheating, but I can't say for sure. We don't dare to get too close. You don't know, that ghost doesn't have a front."

"No front?"

"Yes, no matter which angle you look at it from, it's always facing away from us. When fighting grass, it stretches out its two hands... It looks very strange, creepy."

Luo Xi already had a plan in his mind at this time.

He looked at the ghost's position. There was indeed grass around, and because the light was relatively dim, the grass here looked pretty much the same.

But in reality, it was still different.

"I see!"

Luo Xi could already rule out the possibility of the other party cheating, but although they weren't cheating, they were still playing tricks.

There were many kinds of grass and trees here, and grass-fighting was about comparing the toughness of the grass stems. Different kinds of grass naturally had different toughness. If the toughness was regarded as 'data', then it would be very easy to understand.

The higher the toughness value, the greater the possibility of winning.

The grass and trees here can be basically divided into ordinary green-leaf grasses, foxtail grass, goosegrass, red clover, etc. Naturally, even if these grasses look similar, their toughness is different. If you are not familiar with these grasses, you will definitely not be able to tell who is who, especially when they are mixed together, with you in me and me in you, it is even more impossible to distinguish them.

But Luo Xi could recognize them.

And what grew around the ghost was different from other places.

Plantain.

The grass stem should be the toughest of these grasses.

"What are you guys doing, dawdling? Haven't you chosen yet? Even if you delay, you will still be punished. As for the newcomers, hehe, you still have some time, take your time, don't rush." At this time, the 'Grass-Fighting Ghost' said, with a hint of smugness and provocation in his tone.

Hou Cheng, Chu Xu, and the hooded man were all a little anxious at this time.

If they went up to compete, there was almost no possibility of winning, but if they didn't go, they would still be punished. Running away would result in an even more miserable death.

No matter what, it wouldn't work. This was a dead end.

While they were hesitating, Luo Xi walked over and suddenly pulled Chu Xu up. Amidst the other party's confusion and fear, he walked towards the Grass-Fighting Ghost.

There will be another chapter later